And hidden

When mentioning hermit, you will think of the fisherman written by Liu Zongyuan. Thousands of mountains and birds fly away, and thousands of paths are gone. Boat suo li weng, fishing alone trees and snow. The fishing of hermit doesn’t care about fish, and the snow of cold river can also catch all kinds of interests. This poem was learned when I was in primary school. When I grew up, I fell in love with another one of his poems: the fisherman stayed beside the mountains and rocks at night, and Xiaoji Qingxiang burned Chu Bamboo. Cigarette sales, Sunrise, no one can see, it is a sound of green mountains and waters. In fact, there is another sentence behind this poem, but I always think that the artistic conception of this poem is very important only with a surprising word of green mountains and waters, so until now, I really can’t recite the latter sentence. Green mountains and rivers, all are silent, but the boat has fallen into the sky with a sound of oars. Only the mountains and rivers are so green. How silent, lofty and leisurely it is. Numerous and complicated life, fickle society, daily necessities, oil and salt, steel and cement, can’t help themselves. I always feel that Hermit only lives in the words of ancestors, in the articles of Qin poetry, Jin character and Han Dynasty, in the prose of Yuan Dynasty in Tang and Song poetry. This is an era without masters, and it is also an era that cannot retire. A few days ago, when we traveled to the Small Three Gorges, the tour guide said: in order to repay the support from all walks of life, the local government provided tourists with a free tour of the Small Three Gorges. After saying that, a Wupeng boat written by Lu Xun came and sent a set of red life jackets for each of us, so we went on the boat happily. The tour guide is a local, dressed in red ethnic costumes. He sang a folk song for us first, which aroused everyone’s emotions. Then he said: I hope everyone can support them here. He has a small three Gorges commemorative card in his hand, ten yuan each, and then he starts to distribute it. Although we felt awkward, it was only ten yuan when we thought about it. It took 30 minutes for the Wupeng boat to go back and forth to the Small Three Gorges, and we also enjoyed the intoxicating scenery along the way. It was not much more than ten yuan. Instead, we felt. So I bought all of them. After counting the money, the tour guide went to the stern to get a bamboo hat coir coat and said that he could wear it to take photos. Someone immediately asked: is there any charge? Answer: No. But nobody paid attention to that coir suit. My elder sister tried her best to urge me to wear it. I was shy and didn’t dare to wear it in front of a boat of people. The elder sister said: I will take the lead for you. So I volunteered to put it on and put on two poses, because my elder sister was a little fatter than me, it would be funny to put on a coir, and some people laughed. They smiled, and the elder sister said I would not wear anything after taking photos. The elder sister was helpless and sighed: I tried it on for you, but you didn’t appreciate it. I also feel sorry for my elder sister, but due to my personality, I have to feel guilty. Boat still carry on, water green jade, was glassy. Cross-Strait cliff rise steeply, like the wall. Guide lobby: There are many families growing corn and potatoes on the mountain. If the golden rape flowers on the top of the mountain didn’t give off the smell of human smoke, I really couldn’t believe that there would be others on this cliff. In the midst of doubt, a loud sound of suona came from the Silent Valley. Looking through the sound, a cave suddenly opened in the middle of the cliff which was smooth as a wall on the left bank, it could be seen faintly that there was a man sitting in front of the table and playing an unknown song. We were shocked instantly. Hello! HELLO! Everyone kept shouting, and the ship slowed down. But the man was as if he hadn’t heard it, with the same posture and tune. The boat was drifting away, and I couldn’t help turning back. I don’t know how he dug the cave on the cliff, why he lived on the deserted hillside, and why he turned a deaf ear to our greetings. Maybe he was tired of the ordinary life. Except for mountains, water and suona, there was nothing in his eyes. His songs are integrated with everything in the world, and we disturb his peaceful life. On the return trip, I passed the cave again. The cave was still there, the table was still there, and the bed was also there. Only the people who played suona were not there. People with good deeds shouted again: Hello, come out! But in the quiet valley, only his own Echo was ringing. The famous poem of Liu Zongyuan suddenly appeared in my mind: Hey, it is a green mountain and water. Now, music stopped, only see green water such as, Jebusite may have at the top of the mountain. This long journey, I enjoyed a lot of beautiful scenery, but what I couldn’t forget was the hermit on the Small Three Gorges. He could endure loneliness, live a light life, play simple songs, eat green food and adapt to his mood. How strong his heart is, it must be full of wisdom. Many people say they like this kind of life, but they may not really go there. Monotonous and lonely, night and loneliness, not every ordinary person can defeat. The encounter with hermit makes me believe that there is still pure land in this world, not only in the nature, but also in our soft heart. Like (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Beautiful

Journey, wang shi ru yan dream, Gone with the wind. But there are some beauty, like the flowers in spring, which is still fragrant; Like the fruits in autumn, which are sweet and delicious. As time flies, as time goes. She deposits and then deposits, and takes root in the depth of your heart. When you are tired, close your eyes and let your thoughts wander in it…… I remember when you were four or five years old, you helped your mother buy things with money. When you stand in front of the high counter, there will always be an uncle or aunt smiling and passing the money in your small hand to the salesman: whose child is coming to buy things at such a young age? Then you took the things you bought from their hands and ran back home happily. There were garrisons near the village. In front of the barracks, you watched the elder sister and them playing shuttlecock. At this time, an aunt came over and gently pulled your little hand: How old are you this year? How many sisters are there in your family? She is as gentle as a mother and as kind as a sister, which makes you irresistible to follow her through the corridor and enter her house. The south window of the north gate of the room, near the east wall, is a dining table with a bowl of shredded pork noodles just out of the pot on the table. A little boy as big as you is sitting at the dining table and looking at you. When you walk into this strange environment and look at all this, you seem to realize something. You break away from your aunt’s hand and turn around to leave. You can’t escape from your quick-witted aunt. You helplessly looked at the locked door, so you had to sit on the bench eating noodles. When you saw the aunt turning around to feed the little boy, you rushed to the locked door, in a panic, you opened the door and fled away as if……. There is a big wolf dog tied to the pillar of the company. That is the only way to go to work. Every time you go to work, you are always hiding beside your companions, peeping at the Wolf Dog’s every move from a distance, and avoiding the fierce and evil eyes with fear and fear. That afternoon, you missed the working time because of washing a uniform. Looking at the grinning wolf dog in a hurry, you stood under the pillar and hesitated anxiously. Are you going to the workshop? You follow the sound and see a boy coming from the pool in a hurry. There is a bucket in the pool. It seems that the boy is washing clothes. Finally you can go to work on time, you can’t help but surprise yourself: how do you know that I am afraid of dogs?! The boy smiled and didn’t answer: Come on, I’ll send you there. The boy said, blocking you with his body….. …… When people are on the journey, everyone is a scenery, a unique scenery. With beautiful scenery, the journey will not be lonely, and life will not be lonely. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) change the way to continue to stay with this city I went out at 6 o’clock in the morning and came back at almost 8 o’clock in the evening. From beginning to end, I only welcomed myself with silence; Since I went to college, on weekends… [Original essay] string words Since winter, the sky is dry and the snow is misty. The whole earth is desolate and empty. Whether your mood is like a year, or… Forever military dream Forever military Dream (Ma Xiaochun, Kangle county, Gansu province) memories are like meteors, passing through the unmarked and blurred eyes, and the outline gradually… Spring rain I like spring rain like everything on the Earth. Just after the new year, the sky began to rain. I really like the spring in Jiangnan… Plucked the snowflakes of Dreams (modified) Near the new year, the first snow fell. I was surprised to read a long scroll in the morning, the white one is snow, and the gray one is tree… Self The fashion is transient, and the style is permanent. Things that can shine on others may not be put here. In…

Splendor

In the Lonely summer, a few idle floating clouds slowly floated in the sky, drunk the wind that wandered occasionally. Summer is like a beautiful woman who soothes the dance sleeves, with the rhythm of no illness, charming and graceful, and unique elegance. The messy sound of decoration, shouting and passers-by’s conversation came out of the window, which disturbed people’s mind. However, it is such an ordinary summer that has a different meaning to me. Because after this summer, I will finish 12 years of basic study and step into the gate of university. I will leave home, leave the shelter of my parents, start another life, pursue my dream and dance to the end of the world. Looking back, looking at those distant fingertips, it was also really fantastic, just passing me gently, turning into ashes, drifting away in the wind, like the snow petals in my hands, I could not retain them after all. When you wake up in the night, you will also feel lost. Maybe you have to count how many flowers you know in your dream. You gently sigh a sentence and suddenly remember that you are old now, greedy for a good dream, and forget Handan Road at a loss. Flying Flowers are like dreams, thinking about rain is like sorrow, looking back, the past is like dreams. Maybe in the past, there were tears, joy, failure and success. However, everything has become the past, hidden in my footprints along the way, or turned into passing clouds. Only when I look back can I feel sad. This summer, from college entrance examination to examination results, from application to admission. Tension, pain, anxiety and expectation accompanied me in this hot summer. The wind blows away, and everything will finally be relieved. One day, I will drift in the vast sea of people, shuttle back and forth in the bustling wine, and overlook the wandering or climbing me through the dream-like red dust, straight to the Water Moon Mirror flower in my dream, just enjoy the butterfly dance all over the world. Who is coughing lightly, waking up my youth and ignorance. Yesterday’s hard work became a piece of flying sand in my memory, flying to my time like water. The hardship of tomorrow, without fear, will always become the Flying Flowers in the dream in the future. This summer, when the sun is shining, the sun is scorching and the East Wind is smiling, pouring passion into others’ hearts. This summer, it was raining heavily, with a smile on the city and a smile on the country, adding a little fragrance to the forest and vegetation. This summer, I would like to turn into a colorful butterfly and sing freely in the end of the world. Dance lightly with the wind as the dancing partner, the stream as the Mirror, the willow branch as the plain piano, and the rainbow as the neon dress. The butterfly dance attracts rosy clouds, and the light smoke and flowing water reflect the elegance. The Morning Star gathers at night with the bright moon, and the flowers painted in the dream also come from flowers. In this lonely summer, my hands gently knocked on the keyboard, calling one by one the text elves to the front of the screen to commemorate my past years. Finally, with an affectionate smile, draw an end for my distant ignorant youth. Praise on July 30th, 2009 (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Pinellia

If life is like a dream, I will wait for a good time in the corridor of dreams. If the time is like water, I will stay in the paper and ink, casting a mottled silhouette, which is plain and slim, to pull the rush and emptiness of the time. Inscription I like summer, whether it is rainy or sunny. That kind of feeling is like waking up freely from a dream, trying to piece together trivial memories with that honesty, and singing a wandering elegan, looking at the smoke and sand flowing through the fingers calmly. The heart is like floating dust, in this rainy season. The rainstorm pouring down is like a vent to the noise of discontent with the world of mortals, extending the drooping loneliness deep in my heart. With the dust, the fleeting time has turned into a desolate place. Make a cup of tea, sit in front of the computer, let the wind outside the window blow, after the rain, slightly cool. I always like to meticulously carve some words in the space, record the infatuation and loneliness of my years together, and carefully figure out the prosperity or desolation of the world of mortals. Shallow Feelings, condensed into fragrance. Wake up my humble destiny with a piece of heart. Time, soaked in ink, graceful and melancholy. Young and frivolous, no worries about the future, on the way of trekking, they all suffered pain. Time flies, I am used to seeing autumn turns into summer flowers; The annual rings turn, and I see the life and death separation of life. Scenery, human withered flourish, way laugh or cry walks. It was not until I was exhausted that I suddenly realized that the beautiful scenery of the flourishing age would be deserted sooner or later. Too much decadence would only make the years fade early and turn into dust before blooming. Whenever it rains heavily, there is always an impulse to run out to get wet, letting the heavy rain wash the dust in my heart. There are always too many true and false things in this world. I always hope that I can become more smooth. Facing people who don’t like it, you can greet each other with a smile, facing lies, or you can not expose them. Words follow the state of mind, only a few words, just drip in the bottom of my heart when I am lonely. The wound that touches the eye can be forgotten in a flash. Praise (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) on August 6, 2010 Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

jiu yue

The fiery maple leaves drifted on the dry land one after another, floating between the eyebrows and a page in the heart. The weather, I don’t know when it will start, becomes cold, the air is filled with thin strands of cold, with inexplicable sadness, whether the heart has lost its direction. The overflowing dream has already faded its fresh luster, and it is also slowly yellow like a fallen wood, slowly going to death. From then on, I began to be dissatisfied with everything in reality, and began to reject people and things. My face became as ferocious as devil, and so did my heart. I once had too many, but I always knew that I was just a blurred person in my mistakes. It is not so-called ignorance. Many things are never right or wrong, but they like to walk to the endless abyss with an evil-like smile and fall into the black hole of dreams. In a flash, September came again. However, I am no longer as pure as before. Being filled with emotion, wandering in the sharp blade, smiling in the blood bath, I don’t know whether it is the so-called growth, or being twisted into the appearance of no one or no ghost by emotion. The leaves are falling slowly, and the summer is flourishing, and the competition has already dissipated. It is because he has no fighting spirit and becomes lazy, falling down with the wind. I remember the summer that once made us passionate and kept talking with each other for a lifetime. There was no cheating or disgusting summer. Now it is cold and heartless, so stingy that it even gives each other a look in the early autumn. The weather is getting cold, so is my heart. Don’t imagine anything beautiful, fall in the dark, but feel sad. Many people once called us dangling angels, but I didn’t think so. Even if it is falling, I am just a devil after all. Angel, I don’t deserve it. I only have body walking in hell. I am more willing to admit that I only deserve to be a devil, and how can I say that I fall. I hate recalling the past and everything in the past. It was not because of disdain, but everything in my past, only darkness and mistakes, which only made me panic and fear. Maybe it is a person who can only escape, but he is willing to live in the corner of no one, blinding his eyes and ears, and live and die like this. Autumn is a season suitable for me to survive. Everything is cold and has no emotion, and I may be the same. Devil, cry, fall, abyss. September, slightly cool, falling wood, alone. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Aba

Aba prefecture in Sichuan was known when learning the history of revolution. In my impression, it was a wild land with harsh environmental conditions, which brought many hardships to the Long March of the Red Army of the Communist Party of China, the main reason for choosing such a place was the weak defense of Kuomintang, which could avoid the edge of Kuomintang. Snow mountains and grasslands made the Red Army overcome difficulties and the Communist party dominate the world. In July of 2009, because a dozen private entrepreneurs raised donations from Sichuan Dujiangyan earthquake, they went to Jiuzhaigou Valley in Aba prefecture by the way. Take off from Shuangliu airport and arrive at Huanglong airport soon. It takes about 90 minutes to drive from Huanglong Airport to Jiuzhaigou and pass songfan on the way. Seeing the Red Army’s Long March Memorial Tower in songfan, I remembered Xikang which I learned from the history of the party. The change of The Times must be the difference of the current situation, which brings me happiness and sadness. Fortunately, happiness is more than sadness, and the journey will always be pleasant. When I just got off the plane, snowflakes floated on the airport. Although it was a little lonely, I was curious about the snow in July. I thought it was the place where the Red Army Long March was. I was also surprised and worried about the steep road, however, there was happiness in my heart. I could witness the place of the Red Army’s Long March with my own eyes and experience the road of the Red Army’s Long March with a feeling of looking forward to it. I came all the way to the scenic spots in Jiuzhaigou, and a feeling of disappointment lingered around. I was confused about whether what I had learned was true or not, whether there was something or not, it was much more confused than the comparison, which turned into a disappointing journey. Highland barley jumped into the eyelid for a while, and the green barley which had already been heading was a piece of light green. The dark green leaves were old, a little withering, but holding that layer of light green tightly, it contained another good year. The highland barley seems to have no difference from wheat. It is the main food crop of Aba and also the main ration of Tibetan areas. It looks sparse, but the harvest is expected to be a foregone conclusion. Occasionally, there is a plot of broad beans with branches of purple broad bean flowers. Most of them are already pods. It seems that there is no difference between them and the varieties in Jiangnan, but there is a big difference in seasons. The brand of Chuanbei base was passing by, and the tour guide said that Chuanbei in songfan was the best. Songfan’s July is a green world. Because Green makes people feel refreshed, they escape from the hustle and bustle of the city. Once they blend into this green world, people’s body and mind will be bathed flawless and become calm, there is another kind of extravagant hope for life. I really want to be a modern hermit to have the clear water, fresh air, clear world, forget all disputes and abandon all desires, live a plain life that makes people jealous. This green is realistic and real, which makes you enjoy a thoroughly remoulded journey, which is envied by others. Passing through a green dream, the green grass full of mountains and slopes gradually drifted away with the dream, and the dark green pine forest came to my face. Listening to the guidance of the tour guide, knowing the difference between primeval forest and subforest, he also gave birth to the curiosity of exploring that primeval creature. I just want to integrate into the forest and measure the broadness of the forest, but the primeval forest is generally not open. Besides, during the trip, the tour guide constantly persuades that there is a special arrangement to visit the primeval forest, however, my feelings were provoked by the snow of Huanglong Airport, the green meadow of songfan, the Forest of Jiuzhai, and even an unknown wild flower and strange grass on the roadside. People can’t be detached from the world because of too much curiosity, too much desire and too much demand. Along the way, Tibetan-style buildings came into view. Although it was a place where multi-ethnic people lived together, the majority of people left the market town were Tibetans, and few Han people lived in such a place, this may be the cultural difference! Different geographical environments nurture different customs and cultures, and it is the soul of the nation that can carry such customs and cultures. Once the specific soul of such environment is lost, then it will lose the national characteristics. Once many nations integrate into a different environment, they will basically lose their original national habits within two or three generations, just like those who immigrated to Europe and America, the second and third generations basically don’t understand the original national language and habits and have been assimilated. Therefore, the heaven and earth create, it is the everlasting truth that one side of water and soil can support one side of people, and human resources cannot be changed. God’s will has created a fairyland like Jiuzhai, which may change due to human intervention for a period of time, the original scenery was destroyed, but once people went away, the tranquil Jiuzhai would still be a beautiful paradise. Early in the morning of the next day, the eagerness contributed to the journey to see the beauty of Jiuzhai early. The route of the scenic spot is fixed, and the rhythm can be controlled by yourself. You can visit by car or walk, because the team took it as a ride, enjoying the beaches, seas, waterfalls and so on in Jiuzhaigou Valley point by point. The scenery is unique and unforgettable. I have been thinking about a question all the way, what to see in Jiuzhai and what is the soul of Jiuzhai. The mountains, forests, bamboo forests, grasses and grasslands in Jiuzhai may appear more natural, with the growth environment of species and the peach blossom garden far away from the complicated world, it is the biggest difference to make everything have primitive spirituality, but it is essentially common. It is impossible for Jiuzhaigou Valley to become a variation in nature, and the variation cannot be compared, what’s more, other places lack such spirituality. To Jiuzhaigou is to experience such spirituality, and the most exaggerated expression of this spirituality is water. Regardless of the primitive nature of Jiuzhai, the simplicity of Jiuzhai, the virtual Zhang of jiuzai and the national character of Jiuzhai, the most gorgeous thing is the water of Jiuzhai, which makes pine forest, shancao, water Pu, jian Zhu and so on, under the support of the mountain, drew a beautiful and attractive picture. I have never seen such a beautiful picture. Haizi of different colors, no matter the calcified deposits of thousands of years, only water can endow him with life and spirituality, otherwise it is nothing more than a piece of calcified rock with different shapes. The most miraculous thing is that a piece of Deadwood is kept alive by water, and it makes your eyes unable to stop. Such flexible water, such undisputed green, and such primitive simplicity, no matter in songfan, Jiuzhai, or other places. They all declared ABA’s nature, no desire, primitive and kindness, and it was the paradise of nature. People’s life will change. Although they always travel along a rough road and in the hardships of the world, they will also constantly change themselves because of it, this kind of change is very painful. People who have experienced the experience of pain, the final complaints and even the outbreak will be a period of memory and eternal. The impression of ABA, from rationality to sensibility, is pleasant, which is a little forgotten. Songfan, which was first recognized by Meng, is a barren land and a dangerous place for human beings to survive. However, if possible, the green grass, forest, highland barley, broad beans and so on that go to songfan for physical insurance on the spot are not for vacation, but for old-age care in this primitive, natural and beautiful geomantic treasure land, this experience completely overturned my impression of ABA. ABA is beautiful and has always been a treasure place for feng shui. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Mother

Mother’s Day: The unforgettable miss in my heart Wu Xiande/Wen mother’s love is the greatest love, mother’s love is the purest love, and mother’s love is the purest love. Tears soaked through the two corners, recalling the childhood mother holding his hands, as if he was back to childhood, as if it was yesterday. No matter growing up, or getting married and having children, as long as the mother has a breath, the children will always be a little grown-up child in the mother’s eyes. Every time Mother’s Day comes, what makes me sad and pitiful is that I can’t see the kind and kind mother who brought up our brother and sister with all kinds of hardships in this special day like others, here, I can only say to my mother under Jiuquan, mother, every time this festival-Mother’s Day comes, your children will always care about you, for a moment, a moment, one day will never forget you, forever. Whenever this special day comes, whenever I think of my mother, tears flow under my cheek. There is a saying in China that we think twice during festivals. When festivals come, for me, a migrant worker who has been traveling outside for many years, this sentence will evoke my yearning for my relatives and mother’s kindness, and my children will never be able to repay it, this sentence will always be remembered in my heart. What makes me think more is: pitiful parents in the world, when parents are born from us, they work hard, shit, pee, and raise their children, he (she) what did you get? What are their pictures? The children they want grow up. What they want is that their children have ideals, rewards, ambitions, and what they want is definitely not returns. My father and mother are both great in my heart, but what I miss most is my mother, because my mother has a greater and deeper influence in my memory. Our brothers and sisters are in my mother’s tears, sweat in grown-up, let’s brother and sister always guilty of, mother bear bitter hardships, in our brother and sister a married, she without 1.1 drops return, she was gone, she went to the place she shouldn’t go, because when her mother left, she was only 55 years old. The only thing my mother left is that she is always engraved in the mind of our brothers and sisters. She is reluctant to eat, reluctant to wear, wearing patch clothes for many years, and a figure that she will never forget. Every Spring Festival when I go back to my hometown, what I can never forget is to bring incense paper and firecrackers to my mother’s and father’s graves, kneeling there to express my filial piety to my mother and father under Jiuquan whenever I light incense paper and kneel in front of my mother’s grave, I will think of my mother’s scenes in the world, tears couldn’t help flowing out. I was born in a poor mountain village under Dabie Mountain. In the past, it was a place where people lived on their superiors for food and money for relief. There were many people and few lands. When I was 16 years old, the ruthless illness took away my father’s young life. From then on, the burden of the whole family fell on my mother, my younger brother, my younger sister and my family of five, it depends on my mother to earn work points in the production team to support. Every year, the production team gives us food. Three meals a day can only be eaten for half a year, and the rest is all provided by the superior government. In order to save food, my mother often made the meal of five people into the meal of four people. Whenever I argued with my younger brother and younger sister that the meal was not enough to eat, my mother distributed the meal in her bowl to my younger brother and sister, while my mother told us: I am not hungry. Looking back today, it is not that mother is not hungry, but that she is reluctant to eat rather than starve herself, in order not to let our brother and sister starve. What I can’t forget is that when I was in junior high school, in order to make me wear better, my mother no longer went to school barefoot on rainy days like when I was in primary school in the village, my mother took out the money of selling eggs to buy oil and salt, and went to the street to make me a good shirt and bought me a pair of leather sandals, while my mother wore clothes with patches and patches one by one, my mother had no time to make up for her work during the day, and she often sat under the dim kerosene lamp at night. Until later, my younger brother and sister, together with me, grew up one by one. My mother herself was reluctant to eat, drink and wear, and gave us something delicious, delicious and well-dressed. After the production responsibility system, in order to change the poverty of our family, my brother and I both went out to work to earn money. My mother took the farm work of the whole family by herself. No matter it was windy or rainy, my mother was never idle, spades and hoes on the back are working in the field. Every Spring Festival when we go back, we all know the hard work of my mother at home alone when we look at the food piled up in the House, but my mother has never cried in front of us. My mother told us that it was from lunar December to. She stood at the head of the village every day, looking forward to my younger brother and I coming home and family together safely like other young people who went out to work in the village until my younger brother and I, my younger sisters all got married, and my mother still cared about us as a group of children without adulthood. October, 1995 was the saddest and most unforgettable day for me. When I was working in Suzhou, I suddenly received a telegram from my younger brother that my mother died of illness from my hometown. At that time, I would never believe it, my mother who is in good health will suddenly die of illness. When I came home with Telegram and tears in my eyes, it was a mother lying on the floor who had stopped breathing and was waiting for me to go back to the coffin, my brother, my sister cried and told me that my mother was still calling your nickname when she was dying. My mother was collecting firewood on the mountain in order to let you come back to cook with firewood and carry firewood from the mountain, at night, I suddenly died of myocardial infarction and died of ineffective rescue. Hearing this, I couldn’t open my eyes to look at me even though I cried and called my mother. My mother left. She left when she pulled our brothers and sisters into adults and got married. She left when she didn’t expect a happy day. In my heart, my mother didn’t die of illness, but I was exhausted by overworking for our brother and sister, because since the day I remembered, my mother had never been idle for a day. My mother left, and what she left was the kindness that my brother and sister could never get. My mother’s kindness was as heavy as a mountain, my mother’s kindness was as endless as a river, and my mother’s kindness could never be counted and remembered. Besides, he was reluctant to eat and wear. He put on his clothes under the kerosene lamp and looked forward to him standing at the head of the village. There was also the memory and missing left in the hearts of his children forever. Today, I have grown up from a good guy in those years. My children have grown into me in those years. However, what I will always remember and cannot forget is that I failed to report my mother’s hard-working upbringing. Mother, do you know when festivals come? My son will think of you, and tears of sadness will hang on my whole cheek. Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Fog

I admire nature and escape into nature, which has always been my eternal complex. I gradually get up early and walk. In the early morning of early winter, there was a deep chill in the air. When the door was opened gently, a thick fog and cold rushed in, as if the door was pushed open by them. As usual, take your steps as lightly as possible for fear of breaking others’ dreams. At this time, the outdoor is different from the past. The thick mist covers the whole world completely. The morning light has been scattered in the whole space by thick fog. The sky and the Earth are mixed together, and we can’t distinguish Where is the sky and where is the world. The eyes of the world are blocked by dense fog within a few meters. I don’t know where is the small mountain village in front of me? Once the magnificent mountain across people’s sight, I don’t know where to stand? I suspect that this time is not in the world, but in the legendary fairyland. Only from the depth of the fog, the murmur of flowing water vaguely reminded me that I was indeed in the world at this time. Strolling in the thick fog, the moist moisture in the air rushed towards me, washing your cheeks gently like drizzle, cold and soft, just like a young girl’s slender hands gently stroking your skin, it seems that nature gives me the most gentle, sweet and pure kiss, and I want to hug it with open arms. However, the elf who is wandering in the world cannot touch it when he is on the scene, which gives people a kind of dimly feeling. Looking up to the sky, I saw a vast expanse of white and could not see one meter of starlight. It was just like fishing for the remaining Moon, struggling alone in the sky, making me pale and helpless. I really doubt that the mist spreading to the sky is the lonely tears of Chang ‘e. Like smoke, rain and fog, dreams are lingering in my heart. The depth of the fog is no longer the mountain in front of me, but the wonderful world outside. My eyes pass through this mist and connect me with the outside world. Just like standing in the sky and looking at the Earth, everything is in my eyes. The mountains in the past can no longer stop my sight, and human nature has been flying and sublimated again in this fog. The world that was presented in front of me at first was the light, which seemed so weak in the thick fog. However, in this boundless world, only it accompanied the Cold Moon in the sky, it shows the tacit understanding between heaven and earth, which is silent. I don’t want the world after the fog to break the wonderful mood, roll up the hazy light between the Earth and the Earth, return to the shabby room, treasure this beautiful Dreamland in the bottom of my heart, and make the world in the fog unknown all the time. Praise on December 8, 2012 (prose editor: Jiangnan wind) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

True love

On March 1st, with a sense of awe, I watched the advanced deeds of moral model in “Spring blossoms”, and my heart was baptized and shocked. NI Xiulan, a model who loves education and children in Huangshi, Hubei province, has been rooted in a small mountain village since she was 18 years old and has been sticking to a rural single shift for 32 years. She is a teacher, principal, she was the cook. In the tough small mountain village, a large number of rural children have been trained to walk out of the mountain and become useful talents in society. What a great good teacher. Teacher NI’s behavior vividly interprets true love and selflessness. Her ordinary name, ordinary face, but behind the ordinary, let us deeply feel that it is extraordinary persistence, that is extraordinary bravery. Teacher NI’s deeds infected us and moistened our hearts. As an ordinary teacher, my understanding of responsibility and obligation has gone further. The teacher is not only a messenger of educating people, but also a deeper responsibility and obligation, that is, to teach students the truth of being a human being, to open the door of their morality and to make them turn to goodness and beauty. Be a better and better self, let the torch of morality pass widely among students, and contribute to a harmonious society. As an ordinary teacher, I couldn’t help admiring him deeply. Many people around us have turned the ordinary into greatness in their ordinary life. We should learn from teacher NI’s devotion to students, hard work and dedication; Learn from her noble moral character of hard work, self-sacrifice and selfless dedication. Love in the heart spreads the seeds of hope, love in the heart lights up the world of children, influences and inspires students all the time, sneaks into the night with the wind, and is smooth and silent. Although in today’s society, comments about moral decay, personality distortion and indifference come one after another, after reading teacher NI’s deeds, we all firmly believe in the strength of moral power. The reason why China has never interrupted its own history is closely related to the moral culture that Chinese children inherit the motherland from generation to generation. It is also because of this that morality always cleanses our souls. Our society needs moral inheritance too much. It is the voice of The Times and the inexhaustible driving force for the construction of spiritual civilization. The stream of morality is always trickle down, taking the kind soil in everyone’s heart as the source, spreading to every corner of the world, passing through history and turning into a galloping moral River. Love is like water, love is selfless. The power of true love is infinite. The power of true love supports each other, and the power of true love can be transmitted. It is just countless people like teacher NI who use their love and dedication to make dedication and touching become the main theme of the society and let the flowers of spiritual civilization spread all over the world. True love is a spring breeze blowing away the frozen river, true love is a sunshine illuminating the direction of progress, true love is a ray of moonlight reflecting the beauty of society, true love is a trace of sweet spring driving away the thirst in my heart teacher ni, you will always inspire us to move forward! Like (prose editor: Ke Er) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…

Life

The child had low fever for several days in succession, and there was no sign of improvement after taking the medicine, so he was taken to the hospital very early today. It hasn’t arrived at eight o’clock, and the doctor hasn’t arrived yet. After hanging up the number, I sat with my child in the waiting area of the hall. At this moment, the hall was relatively quiet, and only a few people came and went hurriedly. The cleaner shook the big mop and scrubbed the floor of the hall laboriously. There was the smell of disinfectant in the air and the cold air pouring in outside the door. The child shivered and squeezed into my arms. I held him tightly, and we waited quietly. Suddenly there came a painful cry behind me, which broke the silence and scared me very much. I looked back and saw a man, covering his belly, squatting on the ground with his head down to the ground until the whole person lay on the ground. Then, he struggled to stand up again, and I saw clearly that it was a young face, dyed yellow hair, messy, just like a twisted face, trying to tell a kind of struggle and endurance. The young man stumbled against the wall and reached the corner of the table. The pain made him beat his chest, hit the wall and clap the table, which made him almost roar. The cells all over my body hurt with him. The young man was lying on the guidance desk, rolling in and out in pain. People came over one after another, concerned about his illness one after another, and more concerned that there was no family member accompanying him, but the young man had no energy to answer. The security guards and cleaners came, and everyone talked about how to help this lonely young man. The assistant worker of the emergency room pushed the mobile sickbed, and the emergency doctor on duty was invited to the hall. After a simple diagnosis, the doctor said eagerly that he pushed forward the emergency room and arranged the nurses on duty to help register. So the onlookers stretched out their hands one after another to help lift the young man to the bed. A group of people crowded to the emergency room. The crowd dispersed, and my Hanging Heart was relieved. I felt lucky for that young man that there were so many kind people who lent a hand and helped him enthusiastically. Soon, the hall was filled with patients waiting for treatment, old and young, men and women, shouting and making noise one after another. The busy air was full of tension and worry. My husband accompanied my child into the consulting room, and I sat alone in the chair, quietly watching the people coming and going. The stumbling old man, with a stick and the help of his children, walked past me and sat on the chair near me. The children helped the old man put the crutch aside, took off the cotton cap, adjusted the messy hair conveniently, leaned over the old man’s side, asked and talked. The mother-to-be with big belly came to have a physical examination, shaking her husband’s hand in one hand, waving the test sheet in the other hand, moving his steps with his face full of delicate happiness. The young wife leaned against her husband’s shoulder, and the husband kissed his wife’s cheek affectionately. The sick student, with a fever-relieving sticker on his forehead, reluctantly followed his parents and walked to the consulting room. Walking, he slowed down and left his parents far away. Then parents would turn around and call, or walk back to take the children away. I guess the students are afraid of injection or infusion. After all, how big a child is, and the pain caused by the needle is deeply shadowed. Younger children are either held by their parents, held by their parents, or carried by their back. Some are low-pitched, some are constantly sobbing, and some are grinning and crying, there are also clever things that make people feel pity immediately. The other families accompanying me were also carrying big and small bags with food, drinks, covers and clothes inside. I wish I could bring the whole warm world to my children. There were also some injured legs, wrapped in gauze, and passed by with the help of their families. He hurt his arm and was bandaged by his family. I was also seriously ill lying on a mobile bed, pushed by a nurse, and my family was accompanied by me hurriedly. When passing by me, I could feel the overflowing concern and warmth. After seeing the doctor, the child came back to me. I asked him if he still felt uncomfortable? He said: I feel uncomfortable, but it’s good to have my mother around me. The warm spring flows through my heart instantly. Looking around the living creatures coming and going in the waiting hall, most of them were accompanied by family members and friends for treatment. Even the single young man in the morning also got the care and help of many people around him. Although they met each other on a strange way, although non-met.. Every face says pain, patience, and endurance. However, no matter how painful or sad it is, there are people around who are caring and caring, sharing the pain and caring for the sick relatives and friends by instinct, which is the warmest and longest companionship in the world. I remember reading a sentence from the book: you can love your love, but you can’t hurt your pain. If you can suffer for you, why cherish my body, because you exist, this is the meaning of my life. Yes, we have to bear the pain of the body, but at least we can hold the accompanying hands tightly and say: life has pain, but it is good to have you. Therefore, I took the child’s shoulder and held him tightly in my arms. Like (prose editor: drops of ink become wounds) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…